zombie_apocalypse_ready/set?id=111940639
I woke up, a sharp pain in my head. Memories of my mother's dying words to me flow through my veins, words she just repeated to me not too long ago. I don't know if she was real. It felt so much like it was..
I lazily open my eyes, my head lying on the chest of a familiar face, a strong arm wrapped around my back. Carl.
I put a hand on his chest and try to prop myself up. We must have fallen asleep. I just remember crying. That's it. I don't even remember how long we were there for.
Carl's still sleeping, so I maneuver around him and leave his bed, combing through my hair with my fingers. I walk out of my cell, and look to the windows near the ceiling on the wall. It's dark outside. I don't see anybody in the mess hall, and the lights are off on my floor. I walk to the cell left of mine and look for Beth.
She sees me appear in the doorway and puts down whatever book she was reading. "Hey there, sleepy head. What's up?"
"Did you guys already have dinner?" I ask, leaning against the wall.
"Yeah. Everyone has been asleep for, like, two hours."
"Why didn't anybody come to get Carl or me?"
She giggles. Well, when I went in there, Carl told me to just have dinner without the two of you." she says. "Said that he couldn't bear to wake you up, but there was no way he was going to leave your side." I just look at her. "And let me tell you! Daryl and Rick were not too happy with the idea of you two being all snuggly." she says, giggling. I smile and am about to walk out when she stands and stops me. "Have you had a shower since you've been here?" she asks. I feel my heart drop. "You guys have showers?!" I ask, not seeming to care that other people are sleeping.
She links my arm with hers. "I'll take you. You can lock the door from inside so nobody will bother you." She lead me down a few separate hallways I haven't seen before. "I'll get you some fresh clothes an set them outside the shower room door." We finally reach a door that she pushes open to reveal a room filled with separate shower-heads, each separated by half of a wall made of linoleum.
She walks in front of me and shows me how to use it and how to change the hot water. She exits and I'm left to shower.
I strip down quickly and stand under the shower head, turning on the water. The hot water pours down on my face, soaking me through. I swear, hot water has never once felt so good. I burst out laughing, my smile not fading as I run my fingers through my hair, the red in it dripping out and staining the tiled floor beneath me red. I wash off my face, lots of dirt smudging onto my hands as I clean myself.
I take some time just standing under the hot water, until I hear a knock at the door. I assume it's Beth, and I've probably been here for about twenty minutes, so I turn off the water and walk towards the door, drying myself off with a towel that was folded up clean on the floor.
I slowly open the door to make sure nobody is there, an grab the pile of clothes off of the ground and shut the door again. I slip on the clothes, consisting of underwear, sweatpants and a small t-shirt. I look in the long mirror at my face, combing my hand through my hair again and getting rid of any knots. My face looks so much softer than it did before. It's amazing that there was a girl behind that mess of dirt.
I walk out of the bathroom, remembering my way back to my cell block, and make my way up the stairs. I look into my cell and see that Carl's gone. I'm about to crawl into my bed when I just have this urge that I shouldn't. I wander into Beth's cell and see that she's sleeping, though not under her covers. I wander over to her bed.
I take the book off of her chest and onto her dresser. She must've fallen asleep reading.
I walk back over and slide her covers out from under her and tuck her in, feeling as if she's my older sister and that I've known for my entire life. I kiss her forehead and turn of the light in her room, and stop before I walk into the next room. I slowly being myself around the door frame and a teenage boy looks up from what looks like a comic book.
He puts it down next to him an looks up at me, placing his feet on the floor. "Hey. You okay?" he asks, concern in his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm alright." I say. I don't really know why I came in here. I just wanted to see him, I guess. I stand there, playing with my hands and he just looks at me in silence. He stands and walks over to me, lifting my chin with his finger. "You sure?" he asks. I feel my face heat at his contact. I just nod my head, feeling that if I tried to talk my voice wouldn't work.
"Look," I start, my voice coarse. "About today, I-"
"It's fine. Don't even worry about it." he says. "It's late. You should get some sleep." Oh. That's why I came in here.
He's slightly pushing me back out of his cell door when I stop him by grabbing his wrists. "Yeah. Look, I was, uh, just wondering if maybe... If you wouldn't mind.. sleeping with me tonight?" I say. His face shows a kind of understanding and he just nods slowly, and I take his hand an we walk into my cell. Both of us slowly slide into my bed, and he wraps an arm around my waist. I feel his lips on my cheek, and then his head in my hair, and I can't seem to sleep. Probably because of how much I've gotten the past few days. It's a lot more than I'm used to.
I decide to close my eyes regardless, breathing in the now familiar scent of the boy behind me. "Night, Emma." I hear him say, and I feel butterflies in my stomach at the deepness of his voice. "Night, Sheriff." I say back, and can feel him smile into my hair. I close my eyes again and fall asleep in no time, dreaming of light an dark living together in harmony.
"Do you even know why you do the things you do? The decisions you make?" I hear. It's the sound of Rick's voice. I open my eyes slowly, the weight of Carl up against my back. I pause and look at his face, taking in the way he sleeps. I hear Rick's voice again. "If we give the Gov'nor Michonne, Woodbury stands down." I close my eyes, half of me hoping that I'll fall back asleep and won't hear whatever he has to say, half of me hoping my lack of sight will strengthen my hearing.
"I don't like it, but it's what needs to be done. We need to make it quiet. We need your help with that." There's a long pause.
"You ain't told any o' the others yet?" says the voice of Merle.
"Just Hershel. Daryl. And you."
"Hmph. Inner circle. I'm honored." Merle goes on and on about how Rick should give the Gov'nor the girl and he'll just torture her. Tells him he's cold. I shut my eyes tighter. I just don't get it. What the hell is so wrong with Michonne? Part of me thinks it'd be best to give her to him. It would keep us safe. But this is wrong. I know for a fact that this is wrong.
"We need to get her to the Gov'nor by noon." says Rick. Shit.
zombie_apocalyps...
I had slipped out of bed before Carl was awake. I wanted to stay and wait for him to wake up, but he just slept and slept for so damn long, and I was getting so damn hungry.
I make my way down to the mess hall, dressed in fresh clothes, braiding my hair in the back as well. I'm a big fan of dresses. Nothing fancy, but just short casual ones. They keep me cool especially now. This one is dirty, but so are the rest of them, so I don't really care. I put on my combat boots and walk downstairs. Basically everybody is down there eating breakfast. The only one's not here are Rick and Merle. Who the hell knows what kind of evil thing they could be planning.
Michonne is talking and smiling, completely unaware that in less than a few hours, she could be in the hands of a man who's not only out to kill her, but out to make that killing as slow and painful as possible.
Beth sees me and stands up, waving me over to get me some oatmeal. I take the bowl and sit down next to her, talking all about last night quietly, as she had seen me and Carl this morning, apparently. Maggie stands up and gets my attention. "Hey, will you go wake up Carl? Some of the boys are going on a run, and we gotta get the walkers distracted. You can come along too, if you want." she says to me. She waves me over to the side with her as well. i wave goodbye to Beth and look at her.
"Hey, I just wanted to apologize. I know I was pretty thrown off by your arriving here. I was just in a kind of argument with Glenn at the time. Never got to say I was sorry to you." She smiles sadly.
"It's fine. Really. No big deal," I say, smiling. She puts a hand on my arm and walks away to the kitchen, getting pots and pans and things to get rid of the walkers. I trot my way back up the stairs and look into my room.
When I don't see him, I walk my way towards his room. I see Carl's bare back, soon to have a shirt put over it. He doesn't see me, so I duck behind the wall and breathe for a moment, my heart beating hard in my chest, before turning back and running straight into him. He grabs my arms and smiles, though it fades a moment after.
"You okay, Em? Your face is all flushed."
I feel it getting worse. "You know, I feel like you're asking me that question a lot lately," I say, avoiding really answering the question.
"Well, I just wanna make sure," he says, his smile returning. I look at him, getting lost for a moment before remembering my cause to come up here in the first place. "Hey, um," I say, snapping myself out of my trance. "Maggie wants you and I to help her lure away walkers. You in?"
He nods and we leave down the stairs and into the yard, Maggie handing us some pots and things. We bang them together as they get the car ready to drive off, making as much noise as possible and yelling to them.
"I bet I know what would really get their attention," I hear Carl yell.
"And what exactly is that?" I ask. He runs over to me really fast and places a quick kiss on my cheek before darting back to his original position. My cheeks get warm again, but keeping hitting the pots just the same. When Maggie says it's time to go, we do, walking back to Rick and Michonne and back into the prison.
He was just talking to her. She was giving tactics about how to get rid of the Gov'nor. She didn't even know. And I kept my mouth shut.